Zhai Gong was stunned for a moment before he realized that he had become the target of ridicule.
He turned around and saw that there were six or seven people over there, all about 20 or 30 years old. They were all smiling at this time, but it was hard to tell who was speaking just now. Half of these people were wearing the same sportswear. On the right chest was an abstract bird-shaped pattern that looked like twisted lightning.
Seeing this sign, Zhai Gong knew the origin of these people.
Thunder Falcon Martial Arts School.
A little further from the bus station, there is an escalator overpass, which points directly to the newly launched branch under the advertising space of the mall. This group of people thought they were taking advantage of the opening and had just returned from drinking to celebrate.
Ronan and Xue Lei knew a little more information than Zhai Gong, and they had already locked onto the person who just spoke. The guy's face was slightly red and he was staggering slightly when he walked. He had obviously drank too much. But even so, they can still recognize that this person has had a relationship with them.
Feng Jiajun, the martial arts coach who used to hang out with He Donglou in Haitian Yundu. Since then, he has radiated abnormal hostility towards Xue Lei and Shen Yu Gym.
Ronan paid attention to a wider perspective. In addition to this group of people, he also noticed that there was another person twenty or thirty meters away who was on the phone. This person and Feng Jiajun and others were originally in the same group, but they fell behind because they were distracted by the conversation.
That guy is also an acquaintance.
The attention returned to the present. Neither Ronan nor Xue Lei wanted to pay attention to a drunkard like Feng Jiajun. Zhai Gong had an easy-going temperament and only frowned without saying a word. He even hugged Zhai Weiwu in to prevent this kid from causing trouble. Come.
It has to be said that Zhai Gong already knew the character of his godson very well. Even if he hugged him in time, Zhai Weiwu still said:
"Who are you?"
Just when Feng Jiajun was drunk, he laughed, took two steps forward, and reached out to touch Zhai Weiwu's head, but was avoided. He made a "cut" sound, and pointed his arm at Xue Lei, reluctantly saying: "Coach Xue, your restaurant can no longer be opened, there is no need to push people into the pit, right?"
Obviously, after Feng Jiajun was drunk, his eyes and ears were only half as good as a bucket of water. He didn't hear the first half of Xue Lei's words at all, which was like bypassing his own martial arts gym.
Zhai Weiwu laughed out loud at that moment, and raised his head to "complain" to Zhai Gong: "You picked the right one, the Thunder Falcon and the Electric Bird, it's not that good... He even said it was a scam!"
When Feng Jiajun could no longer see that Zhai Gong and his son were in the same group as Ronan and Xue Lei, he felt really sick. His face immediately turned cold and he glared at Zhai Weiwu.
The little guy reacted very quickly, and his mouth was even more unforgiving: "This person must be a dog, he can change his face at any time."
Zhai Gong smiled bitterly and tightened his grip on his arm to prevent the boy from tossing him any more.
Xue Lei also laughed, showing off his above-average communicative talent: "Don't talk about coach, my level is still far away. I usually just receive customers, shake hands with people, etc... I met Coach Feng again."
Feng Jiajun's face became even more ugly. Xue Lei's words are undoubtedly alluding to the past incident where he took the initiative to shake hands to find out the bottom of Haitian Yundu and suffered a secret loss, and also mocked him for not being qualified to be a coach.
What made him even more embarrassed was that when Xue Lei was talking, he stretched out his hand as if to "pass over".
Feng Jiajun was mostly sober from his wine. At least in terms of strength, he was much weaker than Xue Lei. It has only been a few months now, but his strength is still the same. How can he be willing to embarrass himself in front of his junior brothers and sisters?
After hesitating for a second, Feng Jiajun finally stretched out his hand, but slapped Xue Lei's hand away: "Why are you so anxious! On the day of the winter solstice, I will ask you for help in the battle to clear your name."
It was a good thing he didn't say this. As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp gazes of Ronan and Xue Lei stabbed him in the face at the same time.
The sight of the two people is different again.
Xue Lei's eyes were full of energy and blood, and Feng Jiajun's will was enough to resist. But that Ronan obviously wore colored contact lenses, and there was a false luster in his eye sockets, but behind that layer of luster, there was an indescribable twisting force that made him nervous all of a sudden, and he took half a step back unconsciously. Put on a defensive posture.
The group of men and women traveling with Feng Jiajun were a little confused at first. They didn't know why the senior brother suddenly couldn't stand these people. But Feng Jiajun stood up, and anyone with a quick mind would understand. Four or five people immediately surrounded him.
Facing these people, Xue Lei was not afraid at all. He took a big step forward and stood in front of Ronan and the Zhai family father and son. He also had an angry look on his face and refused to give in at all.
Seeing this scene, Zhai Weiwu became excited, struggled to free his head from Zhai Gong's arms, and said loudly: "It doesn't matter to you that other people are fishing? A dog that bites everywhere will not attract people no matter how long it sticks out its tongue. Still. Wag your tail more, loser!"
The child's voice was clear and his enunciation was clear. Feng Jiajun's face turned blue on the spot. He also forgot to think about Ronan's eyes. He was drunk and angry, and he burst into laughter and blurted out:
"Shut up you little bastard!"
"Za your mother... uh uh uh!"
Zhai Weiwu wanted to scold him again, but Zhai Gong actually covered his mouth. But the half-sentence of what he said was enough to burn away the last bit of Feng Jiajun's sanity. He cursed vaguely and strode forward.
As soon as Feng Jiajun moved, the half-encirclement circle that had been formed naturally shrank. People like these from Lei Falcon Martial Arts School all have the most basic sense of offense and defense. As soon as they get close, they will naturally take action and seize the initiative.
The melee broke out suddenly... and then ended.
As soon as Feng Jiajun's fist touched Xue Lei's elbow, the companions around him fell to the ground with a crash and fell into a coma without even struggling.
Seeing this scene, Feng Jiajun's heart twitched and his strength was slightly confused. Xue Lei wrapped his arms and locked his wrists, pressing down with a huge force like a lion and a tiger, immobilizing half of his body.
Feng Jiajun's face instantly turned a deathly gray color. This time he was even worse than when he was in Haitian Yundu. He was completely defeated as soon as he got his hands on it. If word got out, his reputation in the industry would be almost over.
Xue Lei then spoke in his ear: "Why bother with a child?"
While the conversation was still going on, a voice suddenly came: "You two don't have to argue with a bunch of drunks."
Only then did Xue Lei notice the man trailing behind and frowned slightly. Behind him, Ronan patted his back. He understood and used a clever force on his hand to push Feng Jiajun back a few steps.
At this time, the person who was behind because he was on the phone finally walked to the bus stop. His face is a bit grim, but he is indeed a familiar person.
Ju Ling, a son of a military family in Xiacheng, and a subordinate of the most prominent "Blood Prison" Tian Bang, had dealt with Ronan and the others in Aurora Cloud City a few days ago. His cousin Ju Maoxun has an old grudge with Luonan, but personally, he is still quite capable and thoughtful.
Seeing this person, Ronan knew that the rumors about the military power behind Thunder Falcon Martial Arts School were not groundless.
